Mid-January. We can now officially say the festivities are over. We’ve eaten to the point of exhaustion, we’ve reached a type 2 diabetes, and a few pounds have taken up residence on our bottoms. Rather than falling into mental distress, let’s focus on the positive aspects of this period. And I’m not talking about the “new year, new me” irritating hashtags we see everywhere.

The Grand Palais retraces Louis Vuitton’s great journey from 1854 to today. The choice of the venue is quite symbolic. The monument was built in 1900 during one of the most spectacular Universal Exhibitions.

Bucket bags, studded accessories, pompons, skinny jeans, I’ve welcomed them all with open arms. My latest acquisition? A pair of Stan Smith. I know… I’m late on this one! I tried so hard to fight the “Phoebe Philo look”, tired of that minimalistically chic and cold allure everybody was (and still is) falling for, but I miserably failed.

Even though I grew up in Europe and I’m third culture kid, when my Parisian friend came visit me in Beirut last week, my Lebanese side took over. I felt entrusted with the sacred task of showing her the best of our everyday life. If partying is the obvious bit, the following habits are nonetheless typically Lebanese.

For those who think this post is going to be totally biased since I used to work for jewelry designer Selim Mouzannar and stated (still do!), loud and clear, that he was the coolest boss ever, have a look at his work and you’ll agree with the following lines.